A place of work and memory

The old attic of his family house is Enrico’s world. Afraid of it as a boy, in time the place became all his own, a place where objects, memories, and dreams live together in harmony. The energy of past means serenity, the apparent chaos is a perfect equilibrium, his signature is everywhere. Climb the stairs and enter a parallel universe of old toys, rocking horses, carousels, and carillons. Between a typewriter and optic fibers hanging from the beams, Benetta’s pieces descend like shining cobwebs. In this suspended island of dust and light, a physical place as much as it is imaginary, Benetta finds his inspiration and gives life to his creations: giant sculptures, welded letters scattered on the floor, large canvases hung on the wall or lying on the table, waiting for their shape to come.